building sandcastles

somewhere near the ocean

i build sandcastles

they don’t last long

but they last in my mind

every time

i carve the sand

and mold its gritty nature

i hold its memory

there’s somewhere near the ocean

where i build sandcastles

they are temporary

but they are everlasting

as the waves wash over the forms

i grieve the castle i built

but i find joy in rebuilding

sometimes i wonder if it’s worth it

to build so many sandcastles

how can i know how long they will last?

when will the tide change?

am i wasting my time?

maybe i’m jaded

but i can’t help but wonder

if i should even go to the beach

being near that painful memory

hurts my core

but what if i replace that memory

with a new one?

when the tide changes

i wonder what is in store

for my sandcastles

i can’t seem to find a way

to stop building

what i imagine

there’s this fine line

between

fantasy and reality

but the future

holds them both

i can’t wait

to build more sandcastles